Too Far Gone Songtext
von Eve of Alana
Too Far Gone Songtext
Get yourself what you need, disregard the cost
Your pretty world makes you feel "fine"
Self centeredness has made you so blind
Greed around your neck pulls you down
Merry as you are sinking, get in line we′re hoping to drown
Greed around your neck pulls you down
The deep blue sea is calling, stick around we're waiting to die
Slowly earth lets you know you can′t have it all
Something's not quite so right, is it bliss or doom?
You can't win only lose this tale ends without you
Greed around your neck pulls you down
Merry as you are sinking, get in line we′re hoping to drown
Greed around your neck pulls you down
The deep blue sea is calling, stick around we′re waiting to die
Greed around your neck pulls you down
Merry as you are sinking, get in line we're hoping to drown
Greed around your neck pulls you down
The deep blue sea is calling, stick around we′re waiting to die
Our fate is to become what we create afraid that we'll become just what we
Our fate is to become what we create afraid that we′ll become just what we hate
We might be too far gone, we might be too far gone
We might be too far gone, we might be too far gone
Now
Your pretty world makes you feel "fine"
Self centeredness has made you so blind
Greed around your neck pulls you down
Merry as you are sinking, get in line we′re hoping to drown
Greed around your neck pulls you down
The deep blue sea is calling, stick around we're waiting to die
Slowly earth lets you know you can′t have it all
Something's not quite so right, is it bliss or doom?
You can't win only lose this tale ends without you
Greed around your neck pulls you down
Merry as you are sinking, get in line we′re hoping to drown
Greed around your neck pulls you down
The deep blue sea is calling, stick around we′re waiting to die
Greed around your neck pulls you down
Merry as you are sinking, get in line we're hoping to drown
Greed around your neck pulls you down
The deep blue sea is calling, stick around we′re waiting to die
Our fate is to become what we create afraid that we'll become just what we
Our fate is to become what we create afraid that we′ll become just what we hate
We might be too far gone, we might be too far gone
We might be too far gone, we might be too far gone
Now
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